Marcelle is about 60 years old, white hair, 5' 4", medium build, and piercing blue eyes. His gait could be described as more of a shuffle than a walk.
A couple of months ago he showed up in the parking lot as we were setting up for a Sunday morning service. As he hit people up for change, the overpowering odor of alcohol betrayed his intentions.
Réal was the first to spot him. I love Réal. If you want to learn about Christ's unconditional love, watch how Réal loves. When he saw Marcelle, he did the only logical thing. He wrapped his arms around Marcelle and brought him inside.
Marcelle hung around until the service started, then took off... but not before Réal secured a promise that he would stay for the entire service the next week.
True to his word, Marcelle was there for the entire service the following week... hitting people up for change during our coffee break... the smell of alcohol following him wherever he went.
So what do you do? We follow Réal's lead. His advice was not to worry for the time being. More than correction, Marcelle needed to see Jesus.
A week later... Marcelle shows up at the end asking for money. The same aroma. I pulled him aside and told him I wouldn't give him any money, but I'd buy him food if he needed it. Did he need it? "My fridge is empty and I have no money". I repeated my offer a couple of times. He waited patiently off to the side as I closed up the building.
"Do you have any family? Children?"
"No. I'm a widower twice over. It's not a funny to be a widower. I've been alone for seven years now. It's not funny to be alone."
We bought $25 of groceries at at nearby convenience store, then carried it up to his studio apartment down the street
I was surprised. Everything was completely organized. The bed was made. Finished crossword puzzles piled neatly at one corner of his 3' x 3' dining room table.. A couple dozen books lining the other side. He loves to read.
I had to go.
Marcelle showed up around noon last Sunday. He just wanted to thank me for the groceries.
"Do you still like to read?"
"Yes. All the time"
"Are you able to read this?" I asked as I handed him a Bible.
"With my glasses, sure."
He thanked me, eager to begin with the gospel of John.
Please pray for Marcelle.